For the love. Advice to a Girl Sara Teasdale No one worth possessing Can be quite possessed; Lay that on your heart, My young angry dear; This truth, this hard and precious stone, Lay it on your hot cheek, Let it hide your tear. Hold it like a crystal When you are alone And gaze […]

Alina P


For teaching me the fragile strength. And Uniforms of Snow Emily Dickinson To fight aloud, is very brave– But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe– Who win, and nations do not see– Who fall–and none observe– Whose dying eyes, no Country Regards with patriotic love– We trust, in plumed […]



For teaching me about compassion. Nobody Emily Dickinson I’m nobody, who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then, there’s a pair of us–Don’t tell! They’d banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog!



For teaching me honesty. Remember Christina Rosetti Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that […]

Laura L


For teaching me how one can live art. Resumé Dorothy Parker Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren’t lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells awful; You might as well live.



For the blistering intelligence. Interview  Dorothy Parker The ladies men admire, I’ve heard, Would shudder at a wicked word. Their candle gives a single light; They’d rather stay at home at night. They do not keep awake till three, Nor read erotic poetry. They never sanction the impure, Nor recognize an overture. They shrink from […]



For the love. Prolecna pesma Desanka Maksimovic Osećam večeras, dok posmatram laste I pupoljke rane, Kako srce moje polagano raste, Ko vidik u lepe nasmejane dane; Kako s mladim biljem postaje sve veće I lako ko krilo, I kako mu celo jedno nebo sreće I pakao bola ne bi dosta bilo; Kako čezne za svim što […]



For being a breath of fresh air every time. Text Carol Ann Duffy I tend the mobile now like an injured bird We text, text, text our significant words. I re-read your first, your second, your third, look for your small xx, feeling absurd. The codes we send arrive with a broken chord. I try […]



For the breadth of the mind. Последный день в Риме Анна Ахматова Заключенье не бывшего цикла Часто сердцу труднее всего, Я от многого в жизни отвыкла, Мне не нужно почти ничего,- Для меня комаровские сосны На своих языках говорят И совсем как отдельные весны В лужах, выпивших небо,- стоят.

Laura F


For teaching me what caring for other people is. La gracia -Gabriela Mistral Pájara Pinta jaspeada, iba loca de pintureada, por el aire como llevada. En esta misma madrugada, pasó el río de una lanzada. La mañanita pura y rasada quedó linda de la venteada. Los que no vieron no saben nada; duermen a sábana […]